Selene had finally had it with Sister Georgina’s ghostly games. She wasn’t about to let the whole twisted Georgina army run unchecked, so when she spotted Georgina One lurking close to the Umbrus Pact’s hideout, she moved fast. Georgina didn’t even see it coming—Selene had her pinned, her Tyranno D-MECH towering overhead, amplifying her aura like the wrath of some ancient beast. Georgina One tried to break free, but Selene’s grip was unshakable.
In the end, Selene didn’t just take her down. She did the unthinkable. With a move bold enough to shake the bloodlines, she turned Sister Georgina One into her fledgling. Selene’s bite was precise, brutal, making Georgina hers—no room for rebellion, just the eternal chain of control. Now, her father, Kaelen, her siblings, her grandfather Valerian, and even her aunt Thaige would feel it like a ripple across time and blood. They wouldn’t know exactly who had done it, but they’d feel that pull, that unmistakable sense of new blood in the family ranks and its location.
It wasn’t long before Georgina, now bound to Selene, began spilling her story like she had no choice but to obey. She broke down how Adrian, with his crafty schemes, had been twisting her arm to try and take Ennuy out for his own twisted gain, feeding her paranoia and hatred. And that wasn’t even the half of it. Turns out, Georgina was mixed up with the Illuminati—had been doing their dirty work in the shadows, aiming to eliminate all Nosferatu for “colluding with demons.” The name she dropped—V.A.E.P. Academy, its headmaster known only as “Queen”—was all they needed to know where to go next.
The two prepped their D-MECHs, the hum of their machines pulsing with that shared power from the Monbeasticore infusion. Selene looked over at Ennuy. “We’re about to leave a crater out there. Let’s show ‘em what we’re made of.”
Ennuy just grinned, settling into his Raptor-R7’s controls with a cocky, knowing look. “Let’s bring some heat.”
As they closed in on V.A.E.P. Academy in Maine, the facility’s warded shields sparked up, an aura shimmering over the entire area like a giant bubble. Military-grade turrets lined the facility’s perimeter, whirring to life, red lights locking onto the two of them as they closed in. Selene didn’t blink—she slammed a button, and Tyranno’s plasma cannons roared to life, a neon firestorm tearing through the shields, creating a rift just big enough for her and Ennuy to slip through.
The turrets opened up, spitting bullets and energy rounds, but Raptor-R7’s phasing ability let Ennuy weave right through them, flipping switches and spinning dials as he took out the turrets one by one, the explosions lighting up the sky. But the real threat showed itself in the form of masked figures in robes, each face hidden behind a mask with a Roman numeral etched into it. Without a word, they started chanting, their voices echoing as the air around them began to ripple and crackle. One by one, they burst into flames, their souls sacrificed to summon something far worse.
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A seraphim appeared, descending like some divine punishment, yet twisted and monstrous. It had four wings, each feather lined with glowing white eyes, as if it were seeing every angle, every move they made. It unleashed a scream that shook the ground, sending a wave of energy crashing over their D-MECHs. Selene’s hands were tight on the controls, jaw clenched as she pushed Tyranno forward, launching a volley of missiles into the thing’s center. The seraphim barely flinched, its body absorbing the energy, before one of its wings swept down, nearly clipping Tyranno in half.
“Yo, this thing’s a problem!” Ennuy shouted, his voice crackling over the comms as he activated his Raptor’s stealth mode, dodging a barrage of energy blasts.
They danced around the seraphim, fighting through its relentless attacks, their mana cores draining fast with each maneuver. Every hit, every dodge, every blast was taking it out of them, the Monbeasticore’s power waning. But in the end, with one final, perfectly synced strike, they forced it down, the seraphim shuddering and crashing in a flare of burning wings. The victory came at a price—their D-MECHs battered, mana cores nearly depleted. But they weren’t done.
Ennuy parked his Raptor in the shadows, hiding it in a nearby ravine before shifting to the rest of the way to the main academy building on foot, determination set deep in his face. Selene followed, her own D-MECH hidden beside his, but before they could move forward, the barghests came—snarling, gnashing beasts, eyes glinting with hunger.
Selene hung back, watching as Ennuy let out a low growl, his skin rippling as he summoned that dark Sin stamina he could barely control. He transformed, his body morphing into his demon form, his sin energy amplifying, filling him with raw, untamed strength. In an instant, he was on the barghests, tearing through them in a savage rage, claws slashing, teeth gnashing. His berserk state was terrifying to witness, but Selene watched proudly as he made short work of the beasts, even ripping through the academy’s defenses like they were nothing.
Ennuy punched his way through the academy wall, his claws slicing through stone and steel until they had a path into the main building. Alarms blared, the academy locking itself down, barriers dropping as the headmaster’s office closed off in a last-ditch defense. They pressed forward, blasting through tech-enhanced golems that rose from the ground, some wielding mana-charged shields, others with deadly claws of their own.
Selene held her own, her mana near exhausted but her resolve unbreakable. She kept close to Ennuy, letting his berserk rage clear the path, until they finally reached the headmaster’s office. But the Queen was one step ahead. Just as they burst in, she was stepping through a portal, a smirk on her face as she disappeared into the void.
Ennuy let out a guttural roar, the sound filling the entire academy with rage and frustration, echoing through the ruins they had left behind.